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Go with you to your share
at night, remember you're a father
that you are the mother of them
instances that consume you,
daughter and son of the wanting
volume and no movement,
anyway, no story
but there must be something
to be walked, with leaves
flowers and roots to stumble upon,
a song there must be
without a trace of remorse
although it is flesh and blood.
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DeepL.com, Deutschland. March 2020
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